Pause and slow motion.

Actors and opinions.

Excerpt from a living room wall of an apartment I once lived in. Ultimately, painted white.

Taryn’s phantom.

Different parts of me have different ideas as to where I belong. My brain however, calls the shots.

Too many people I know look at this place, and I draw too many things about people I know.

Another loss in my family.

I miss that orange cat.

The news.

The lines don’t do it any justice, but Tahoe just may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes.

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